Qual é realmente a distância que nos separa? São quilómetros.... ou são metros?

Sometimes... the smalest things take up the most room in your heart.

just hold.... you.

" They say you should reach for the stars, and I’d like to, but my arms are much too short. They say to reach out for hope, but I don’t understand what hope is. They say to reach for goals, but I don’t know how to define mine, and so I won’t listen. But if you only tell me how to love you, I’ll reach into the depth of me and find a way to hold you. "

your world...

[Ainda me alteras os passos se te vejo passar
Energias se cruzam num segundo do olhar
Num momento em que somos só dois na multidão, e desejamos voltar...

Ainda me alteras a fala se te encontro parada
Nesse sensual fumo, nessa cinza esquecida de quem não se interessa
Ou de quem não atura os teatros da vida

Ainda me fazes pensar
Quase achar que o destino se enganou no caminho]


[Esperar que me toques é vicio que adoro]

True Thirteen

your gravity...

You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love.

you touch me for a little while and all my strength is gone.

Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long.